How do you react?

Punish Brooke for her brown-nosing

You can see where this is going.

“You do huh?” You say as nonchalantly as you can, of course the pretty brunette’s flirtatious attitude is having an effect on you but you almost resent the way she’s behaving, the blatant brown-nosing is ridiculous. Seeing Brooke flipping on Stella like that… it was almost enough for you to actually feel sorry for the blonde… not quite, but almost…

Brooke laughs as though you’d just told the most outrageously funny joke. You ‘laugh’ along with her, forcing a smile.

“Of course silly! Like, I totally think being the female uniform inspector must be a super tough job, and then being the behaviour monitor too… wow… I don’t know how you do it”

“Yeah… it’s tough…” you say slowly, waiting for the brunette’s next move. You can’t help but think that one day Brooke will either end up a con-artist or working in PR for some unscrupulous politician, she’s good… but she’s not that good…

She seems to pause for a moment, as though she was expecting you to say something more. Her eyes flutter and you see her smile falter for a moment before she withdraws her hand from your chest and backs away with a wink.

“Anyway… I just, like, wanted to let you know that I really appreciate you Michael… and if you ever wanted to hang out after class maybe?”

You stay silent, letting her question hang awkwardly in the air for a moment before she giggles again, obviously trying to lighten the mood. “Think about it…” she winks before she tosses her hair and turns to walk away.

You let her get a few paces before you call out, “Hey Brooke?”

The girl stops dead in her tracks, turning back to look over her shoulder at you with practised precision; eyes fluttering, back arched just a little too much… “Yeah?” she purrs in playful response.

“You’re smart… right?”

The brunette turns slowly on the spot and raises an eyebrow at you, suddenly unsure, “Uh… I guess?”

“I mean, you know what you want and you know how to get it I mean…”

“Ohh” The brunette smiles like she knows what you’re talking about as she walks back towards you, “Maybe…”

“But not smart enough to realise that I really don’t appreciate brown-nosing” You say firmly, folding your arms as you shatter any pretence she might have of getting out of this unscathed. You see her face drop immediately, eyes wide with concern.